Chapter 69
Xia Zuo actually always felt that Christine was a little too rational.
Or to be more precise, it is emotional indifference.
His mood swings always seemed to remain within an extremely small range, always very faint and superficial, even making people doubt whether he had any emotions at all, and whether what he usually expressed was all a disguise.
If his love, which is divided into countless pieces, seems a little insignificant when facing believers, then when his relatives are killed and he sees his enemies, is he also so indifferent?
Xia Zuo suddenly felt that Christine was like a real "god".
Rather than the "good person" he had previously thought he was, who had compassion for all living beings.
However, the current situation was not the time for him to dwell on this. After accidentally lifting a piece of floorboards, Xia Zuo discovered that under this patrol tower, there were also some weak juvenile deep-sea monsters imprisoned.
At the same time, the sound of wings flapping came from behind him. It was Christine who had also arrived here.
The black-haired prophet seemed to see the scene ahead through the silk cloth. Xia Zuo didn't know what he was thinking. He could only hear Christine slowly say:
"These are pure monsters, devoid of humanity. The Patrol Tower must be trying to emulate some sort of Federation experiment, but hasn't gotten around to it yet."
"—Mor."
Christine calmly said to the previously injured Mol:
"Kill them."
The blond messenger did not question it at all, and even ignored his bleeding wings. He immediately drew out his sword again and swung it down without hesitation.
Xia Zuo, who was standing above the basement, was silent for a moment, and said somewhat dryly:
"...You don't have to ask her to do it. I know the harm these things do to humans, and I won't be soft-hearted."
Obviously, he was unharmed and his fighting ability was higher than Mol's. No matter how you looked at it, he was the best candidate to be eliminated, but the black-haired prophet still chose Mol instead of him.
The black-haired prophet did not feel any discomfort or anger at his words. He just explained gently: "I know, but your friends are somehow connected to them. Killing them would probably hurt you, Freiman."
Mol quickly completed her mission. She was completely outmatched by the powerful hidden talent holders, but was more than capable of dealing with the several imprisoned deep-sea monsters.
"Your Majesty." The injuries on her body were completely unable to suppress her excitement and anger. Mol immediately saluted Christine. Her voice was calm, but the words she spoke made Xia Zuo's pupils shrink suddenly: "I ask you... to bless the people."
She raised her head and stared up at the black-haired prophet who said nothing. "After thousands of years, the Federation and the Picket Tower have long forgotten their original intentions. They are exploiting your people—this is hell."
The black-haired prophet seemed to sigh slightly: "This will cause war, Mor."
Mo'er's eyes sparkled: "No, no, Your Majesty. We have no enemies."
"All things will be subject to your glory."
"You are the father of all living things."
…
…
Xia Zuo suffered from insomnia for the first time.
As soon as he closed his eyes, he could recall Mol's fanatical expression and the words that almost made him uneasy.
If the goal was to overthrow the Federation or the Picket Tower, he agreed. The only two things to consider were the adequacy of their fighting force and the protection of the lives and opinions of the common people.
But More's wording made him feel inexplicably uncomfortable.
He wanted to tell the other person that what Christine had said before was not wrong. He was a priest, an agent. He was not a god. Sooner or later, the gods would awaken. You were actually harming him by saying such things.
But he couldn't help but feel horrified——
What is Christine's own attitude?
Xia Zuo still felt that Christian was not a bad person, but whether he was kind and whether he wanted to become a god were two different things.
Sometimes, your attitude and impression of a person are built up bit by bit.
Xia Zuo's mentality towards Christine has now shifted greatly from the beginning. This shift has been subtle and even he himself doesn't know when it started.
The black-haired prophet is still the Son of God who has compassion for all living beings, but Xia Zuo's attitude towards him has changed.
He tossed and turned, and finally decided to go talk to Christine in person.
Just like every time before, the black-haired prophet seemed to have anticipated his coming and was waiting in the courtyard early, quietly looking at the laurel tree that had grown to an extremely tall height under the moonlight.
When Xia Zuo opened the door and saw the black-haired prophet, he couldn't help but pause.
In the darkness of the night, for a moment, he saw the other person as Cesar Crest with long black hair.
"What exactly do you want to do, Christian Crest?" Xia Zuo said his full name as he approached. "Did you come here on your own accord, or was it your family's... instruction?"
"Also, you've been avoiding talking about your relationship with Caesar, giving ambiguous answers—"
The brown-haired boy finally stood in front of him.
The dark-haired prophet said, "You are doubting."
Xia Zuo nodded: "Yes, I doubt it."
In the darkness, Christine seemed to smile softly, but it also seemed as if she hadn't:
"Nisei is dead. What are you obsessed with?"
He spoke slowly and calmly, "You need to look forward, Xia Zuo. You are a priest, don't you want to do something for all living beings?"
——A familiar tone.
——A familiar name.
He had only ever seen this kind of speaking speed, pronunciation, and even the slightly rising tone at the end of the voice playfully in one person.
Xia Zuo took a deep breath and felt like he was going crazy: "Aren't you sad? Learning the tone of your loved ones to... stimulate me...?"
But at this moment he also deeply realized the truth of what Christine had said before, "Cesare is the person closest to me."
If you are not overly familiar with the other person, it is impossible to grasp the other person's accent and habits so clearly.
"Shazo Freeman."
The black-haired prophet's tone quickly returned to normal, as ethereal and gentle as an echo from the sky. Just hearing such a voice would give people the illusion that their souls were cleansed.
This voice doesn't sound like César's at all.
"Of course I feel sorry for him," he said quietly.
"You will never understand or know how sad I am, Freeman."
“…”
Xia Zuo remained silent, not asking the "why" that had already rolled into his throat. He vaguely felt that the answer the other person said might not be what he wanted to hear.
Kristen turned around and faced him: "Whether you leave or stay, I won't stop you."
"I'll stay. I'll stay here for the next seven months."
Xia Zuo raised his head.
"I don't know what your purpose is... but I believe in Caesar, and I also believe that the Federation and the Picket Tower should no longer exist in this world."
"Whether to go or stay, you won't stop me—but I will watch you."
The brown-haired boy looked at him steadily. "One day, I will figure all of this out, Christian."
Christine tilted her head slightly and smiled as if it were an illusion. There was not a trace of happiness in that smile. Xia Zuo did not quite understand such a smile.
It was as if the dark-haired prophet was watching from the audience a character whose fate had already been determined, watching him struggle against the will of fate. The prophet laughed at this struggle, with a touch of helplessness, a touch of pity, and a touch of desolate playfulness.
Xia Zuo felt uncomfortable all over.
Fortunately, the illusion only lasted for a moment. Christine quickly nodded and replied in a good-tempered manner:
"It is a wise decision to make. You will be the leader of mankind."
Xia Zuo didn't turn around for a moment and was slightly stunned.
It was not until the black-haired prophet disappeared that he came to his senses, pursed his lips, and felt complicated.
——If they overthrew the Federation and the Picket Tower's control over most parts of the world for thousands of years and established a brand new system that allowed more ordinary people to live a good life, Shazo Freeman would indeed be respected as a leader of mankind.
And Kristen?
He certainly wouldn't be a human leader.
How could God be called a "human being"?
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Thirteen days later, the church completely unified the wasteland and turned this barren place into their core parish.
The reason why it progressed so quickly was simply because the gifted holders who resisted were already a minority, and the vast majority of people had already believed in Christine almost devoutly, and even lined the streets to welcome the church's armed forces when they arrived.
"Mom, it's the church cavalry! We've been accepted into the church! Can we see the six-winged god? Will we be able to live a good life from now on?"
Xia Zuo keenly heard this sentence in the crowd.
His gaze shifted involuntarily, and he saw a little girl with short fiery red hair looking at them excitedly. Her hands, which looked particularly thin due to lack of nutrition, were tightly grasping the hem of her mother's clothes. Her originally dead eyes were now filled with hope and expectation.
And the same is true for her mother.
"Yes, I will."
The woman and Xia Zuo's eyes met.
At that moment, she subconsciously shrank a little, but then she seemed to remember that the brown-haired boy who held a prominent position among the Templars was from the church, and she regained the courage to look him in the eye and smiled broadly.
"Thank you!" she cried. "I saw that it was you who killed those criminals. You are a hero!"
This time it was Xia Zuo's turn to avoid looking.
The brown-haired boy pursed his lips, his golden eyes showing a bit of confusion, which was quickly replaced by determination.
With Christine's almost viral belief, it was indeed easy to take over the wasteland, but what they would face next was a more organized and well-organized federation and picket tower, and it would be impossible to push forward so quickly.
Although he didn't want Christine to get what she wanted before he figured out everything, he couldn't bear to be cruel to these ordinary people.
Seven months later, his talent would be almost S-level, and he would follow his promise to Ursula and come to the Eastwood Prison for the Insane.
And before that——
He will completely crush the Federation.
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